He was nervous. The warm and humid air didn't help him either, as his clothes were sticking to his body at different parts due to sweat. He took off his jacket and folded it around his left arm.

Why did she bring him here?

It was relatively quiet from the city life he was used to. No noise other than the wild life around him and his beathing existed. The crickets' chirping were... calming.

"How do you like it here?" Her voice rang out from behind him, a disruption of the forest's sounds, and made him jump.

"BWAH!"

Her laughter echoed in the forest.

"I told you to stop doing that." He said with his hand over his heart, trying to calm his racing heart.

She giggled once more. "Sorry." Her tone was unapologetic, and mischievious.

A few moments later, her face turned serious.

"So how do you like it here?" She asked once more.

He looked around, taking in the sights, sounds, smell-no wait that's poop.

But he felt at peace with himself here.

"I like it." He decided.

She smiled in approval, and took his hand into her's, before dragging him off, leading him somewhere.

Where, he did not know. But it didn't matter.

Not when she has that smile on her face.

"You helped me when I was at my worst, and while you aren't at that point..."

He thought he heard her mumble, but he couldn't make out her voice over the sounds of fallen branches and dried leaves snapping and crunching at their feet.

She brought him over to a tunnel. One that was overrunned by moss, and in obvious disrepair. The train tracks were rusted through, and the brick walls were layered in vegetation. She brought him to the edge.

"Remember when we first met?" She asked, suddenly shy.

How could he forget?

"Heh, you were confused about where to go, and you were holding your map upside down." The memory came rushing back. It was only a few months ago, but he could recall it with such clarity it seemed like yesterday. He smiled fondly in the memory, hand reaching up to caress the pendent he wore daily, without fail. "And you just so happened to ask me for directions, and I tried to read your map but I didn't see that it was upside down." He laughed now.

"Yeah, we were complete idiots then." She sat down by the tunnel, and her feet were hanging over the edge. He followed suit, still smiling at that memory.

"When we didn't know how similar we were..." He heard her, and his smile turned bittersweet.

"Yeah, we both endured our pain and loneliness by ourselves." Her words were but a mere whisper, but he heard her clearly.

She rested her head on his right shoulder, and he instinctively wrapped his right hand over her shoulders.

"I won't leave."

"I know you won't."

She looked up at him, and suddenly nothing else mattered to him.

"You're my lighthouse."

Three simple words.

He was someone who would carry your burdens for you. She was someone who carried all her burdens with her.

Two incredibly complicated people.

Silence between the two.

One simple, but everlasting moment.

The Songbird that would never leave it's Lighthouse.